memorys of childhood have been coming back to me,we were selfish not to think of your pain,you missed your mum so much,i hated goin to the cemetry all the time cause you couldnt stand the flowers to wilt,i get it now thats where you are and i hate that,i wish no im fed up of wishing because they wont come true,not for just one second i just miss you so much,me and anna talk about you everyday of corse sometimes we have to stop we cant take the crying i wish i could think of you and not cry,but i cant i tell you i dont know how people cope cause this is killing me,if i didnt have anna and the kids i dont think i could keep it together im lonely,we had each other now i dont have you its killing me mum its just killing me my heart is broken...